These all seem like scenes I can see and feel every day if I drive from Paoli (near my house in Berwyn) to Center City, Philadelphia along Lancaster Avenue, not the highway route, i.e., closely following the path of Main Line local train to 30th Street. Things get unhappier as you approach the city (crossing City Avenue), but the depression is apparent from the beginning of the drive. Vachon's eye is incredible. So must his heart have been.